It must be said that, as dictators go, you're kind of pathetic. Instead of using a military coup
or systematic persecution to get power, you just happen to be the head of the only party in Great Britain
that isn't a cretinous joke. While not very impressive, it is none the less effective:
you can do whatever the hell you like without any chance of being voted out of office.

Enough people recognise that the alternatives would have them selling their parents and children
on eBay to pay for their own dental care (forever seeking to replicate your Colgate grin),
or bowing down in sandal-socked subservience to theocratic murderers who surprisingly declined
the liberal offer to shake hands and kiss it better.

As such, you can choose to ignore the rabble, or piss on them from a great height - and get away with it,
preaching the Gospel according to Blair using bits of whatever eastern philosophies
happen to be floating through your transom.